Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, Startle the forest and make the heights tremble. Clouds darken beneath the darkness of rain, streams pale with a pallor of mist. The gods of Thunder and Lightning Shatter the whole range.

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow.

The living is a passing traveler; The dead, a man come home.

Forever and forever and forever

Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, No friends at hand, so I poured alone; I raised my cup to invite the moon, Turned to my shadow, and we became three.

The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older.